I am a riddle.
Come and solve me.
I am begging for your contemplation.
But it’s not that easy.
(Or so I want you to think.
I have a bit of an inferiority complex, you see-
and so I’m acting high-and-mighty
so you’ll think that I’m entirely unsolvable
when really the answer lies plain before you.)

I’m tricking you,
with my nonsense words that really don’t mean a thing
but you think they go so deep-and there I win.
(because I have no other way to end up the champion.
but alas, I am victorious, and that is all that matters.)

Do you have something for me to mean?
Whatever it is, it’s wrong.
Because I am meaningless!
(until you put meaning to me.)

I hold nothing for you!
(but you hold so much for me.)

I hide nothing!
(so you hide it all.)